Do Bad By Myself (feat. Stack Bundles & Max B) - Jim Jones

Hey, you right there, bring your fine ass over here Come on and let a nigga tap that Let me tap that I gotta keep my cool, moulin rouge Come fuck with French You know how I move in a room full of boats Gotta move fast Get the cash, see the dime lookin good pass Get a wine glass, with your fine ass Flashy, classy with her nasty Thick ass, hair long, baby's some hair wrong Big tips, I don't trip, I take trips G five in the air, baby mind blown Face down, ass up, let me climb on it A life's short, take advantage of that Though and take your shoes and your pants off Let a nigga tap that Come on and let a nigga tap that Stop playin and let a nigga tap that I know you wanna let a nigga tap that Look, nothin to talk about Soon as she sit at coup two think we out Holla at a friend like, "Bitch, be out." Fore we hit the toke got my dick in her mouth Hah, that's how it's supposed to go When your necklace glow, he's supposed to know Before she even get in the car she lettin freakin me eatin when we creep on a star She know she in a mist with a real g, that's why she don't touch, you feel me? Keep real me, really, let that lights down Tell me gettin kitty by the real in the swastika I'm like girlfriend, girlfriend, we could leave here make your girlfriends girlfriends I got my cheese with me and I brought my girlfriend Never find a better nigga you ain't gotta sweat a nigga Just let a nigga tap that Come on and let a nigga tap that Stop playin and let a nigga tap that I know you wanna let a nigga tap that

Y'all, get, get up on the TLC tip Y'all, get, get up on the TLC tip Y'all, get, get up on the TLC tip Get, get up on the TLC tip Hey now You know how to pull my chain And I believe every word you say But now it's time we must say goodbye Baby I'm leaving so don't you cry I tried to make things work But now you're gone and your heart got hurt Well you thought I belong to you But you were wrong so now what you gon' do Bad by myself I can do bad, bad by my damn self I can do bad by myself Yeah, I done it before and I can do it again Sure don't need you to be my man Don't come bangin' on my door Now you're gone I don't want you anymore There's no reason for you to come around So just step off so I don't have to break it down I know what I'm doin' now You think you're gonna change my mind somehow You cheated me now I'm cheatin' back I run the show and you can kiss my You know the rest (Yo, Left Eye what it is?) My soda crack o' my ackra back o' the "T" to the "B" to the "O" to the "Z" And C.H.I wit' that double LI. L.E.F.T.E.Y.E. Eye E.I.E.I.O. So yo how's ya linin' I was givin' a niggah a piece o' time But my time can't be wasted on B.S. (so nevermind) I can do bad by myself I can do bad, bad by my damn self I can do bad by myself Yeah, I done it before and I can do it again Sure don't need you to be my man You know, I can do bad all by byself I sure don't need you and anyone else I ain't gonna be a fool no more Better take that mess on out the door Tried to ruin my world Tried to run my life Must be crazy thinkin' I'm your wife Yo, I done it before and I can do it again Sure don't need you to be my man Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip Yep, yep (hey) get up on the TLC tip I can do bad by myself I can do bad, bad by my damn self I can do bad by myself Yeah, I done it before and I can do it again Sure don't need you to be my man Yo, if Peter Piper was to pick ya know those pickled Those pickled peppers gave his girly little Shirley half a peck He could've kept her but instead the picklehead Was kicked out the waterbed And greedy Petey now is needy cause not one was all that he left her Oh, I'm sayin' it once and not twice Givin' advice to be nice before you fall through the ice 'Cause lately you been slippin' up a lot Not even givin' half o' what you got But it's about that time you gave a quarter for a dime Shovel up and start diggin' to see what you can find Oh, zero then take a trip to ya closet And come forth wit' that security deposit So like it or leave it but until I receive it I'll be leavin' my deposit elsewhere You best belive it And that way we can both take a trip Oh, on the TLC tip Now that's the one

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)